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Under Maple Trees

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                our innocence lost
                its ability to blush
                under Maple trees
                unripe apples camouflaged
                by golden and rusty leaves




09/04/2014


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Copyright © Ruben O. | Year Posted 2014

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Slow walking talker

I want to 
I really  do
I want to walk the walk
But I have a limp
Hobbled by all the things I think
There seems to be more than one missing link
On the beach of life, I try stepping softly but still I sink

I want to
I really do
I want to talk the talk
But I'm afraid, fifty shades of grey times two
How do I know if what I believe is true?
Will it be evidenced by the things I do?
Or in the end will I be influenced by you?
 
Walking and talking
It's just not enough
I need to relinquish all my inner stuff
Allowing myself to be weak instead of tough
For if God works in mysterious ways
Everything leads to the end of days
So instead of walking and talking my hands I'll raise
With voice and heart I will give God praise
 
If I allow Jesus to love me
He will guide my walk
He will permeate my heart and the way I talk
My inner softness he will surely unlock
His words not mine will become my rock
it's not about doing
It's more about being
His way, is the way of helping and seeing
By letting Him lead, it will be more freeing
The more I witness the more I'll be believing
Walking and talking but more importantly listening!


Inspired by Debbie Guzzi's contest but not for the contest.






  


Copyright © Richard Lamoureux | Year Posted 2015

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Another Piece of God's Art



"Slipping into a coma, the emptiness of a dreamless sleep.
Nightmares filling your head, where nothing is what it seems.
You're underground, desperately tryna' find your way out,
tunnels all around, but doors are no where to be found.

The ground has no traction, and you're floating above air.
Tryna' hold on to something, but there's nothing there.
And then you fall, and all you can hear,
is the rippling of your clothes, and the wind in your ear.

And just before you hit the ground,
you feel something grip you, without making a sound.
The next thing you know you're looking into a Man's eyes.
You feel safe but afraid, all at the same time.

That's when you wake, but you were never asleep.
And you're lying in a bed, with the Man at your feet.
He welcomes you to His kingdom, and into His heart,
and He finishes his drawing, another of piece of God's art."

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This poem is about one's struggle to find God. About having to search, and feeling hopeless. Like we aren't really traveling through Hell, but we are searching with no idea which way we are going, blanketed in a coat of black. Like an infinitely deep hole with a small stream at the bottom, and you've just got to hope to find that stream. Then when you think all hope is lost, you realize that He has been sitting there, waiting for you, pulling you out of the darkness Himself, knowing you would look for Him. He accepts us into His kingdom. It's as if we are a piece of art, and he is adding on to us everyday..




Copyright © Aaron Guttery | Year Posted 2012

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A Divine Cascade

Glist'ing drops
Splashing into fine mist—
I become one with the waterfall.

Feeling joy
As droplets kiss my face
And enter my soul’s most sacred place.

Crystalline,
Anointing me with love,
Sustaining all life forms on the Earth.

Gratitude
For each divine droplet;
A cascading veil of purity.

© Connie Marcum Wong

Contest: Some Form of Crystalline sponsored by Nette Onclaud
November 3, 2014


Copyright © Connie Marcum Wong | Year Posted 2014

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The Baptism


The Baptism


Like a baptismal rite, the waters flow
upon the sandy shore marred by the feet
of travelers. There in the golden glow
of sun where sky and land and ocean meet,
each scar is washed away by the deep reach
of blessed waves poured from the font-like sea...
here liquid spirit bathes the pitted beach
and leaves behind unblemished purity.

I walked along the water's edge and saw
the prints I made, which in a moment's time
were gone...the shore, agleam, without a flaw...
and I exalted in the holy clime,

as if my soul, like scarred and trampled sand,
was mended by the blessed sea's great hand. 


Sandra M. Haight

~2nd Place~
Premiere Contest: 203 - Max 14 Lines
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Judged: 09/16/2016

~5th Place~
Contest: Memories of the Sea
Sponsor: Isaiah Zerbst
Judged: 05/15/2015

~9th Place~
Contest: Theme #6 -THE SEA- (OLD & NEW POEMS)
Sponsor: Skat A
Judged: 01/18/2016



Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2015

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A Barn's Bridge -

A girl gleams in her ink dreams
sittin against barn wall sqeakin like a soul freakin,
voices from an unpopulated country
dancin and rockin on her soul's farmland stage,
lyrics and long hair wavin one day in "big city lights" ,
famous without frontin, rebellious without shoutin,
grafetti on those nails like she's writin forbidden Art,

gotta Bible in her back pocket and a tongue like a rocket,
climbin trees catchin river breeze
square stompin around daisies and dust,
magazines, studios, clamoured for contracts,
the sunrise came with pay checks,
jealousy raged from people rivited in righteousness,
tickets got ripped, a kid got gipped
but that peacock quill never left her hip -

J.A.B.


Copyright © Justin Bordner | Year Posted 2014

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Pride

I am proud of my eyes
For they reflect the color of Your sky
With them, I am able to witness the wonder of You
The beauty of Your children
The magnificence of Your creation
The infinite and the infinitesimal 
With them I lose myself in Your word
For You allow me to see beyond my limited perceptions
I see and therefore I believe

I ask You to protect these eyes
For they can be deceitful 
They are prone to look upon sinful things
I have seen the depths of immorality
My own and that of others
I have seen the earth change
It has turned from Your Grace
From Your protection
help me to see Your purpose
So that I may see clearly in dark places
"Be a lamp unto my feet"
Help me to see beyond the physical
To see the depth of need in others spirits
Allow mine to be kind loving eyes
Purposeful eyes
Until the day comes for me to see a New World
For these eyes will one day see You
The one and only You
My precious Lord
Upon Your throne
In all Your Glory
For I am told pride comes before a fall
So I wish to fall before You
At Your feet
In humble
Loving adoration
For my pride is in the wonder of your kindness
I see with eyes 
Not veiled in blindness
You help me be bold when I'm prone to shyness
So these pride filled tearfully happy eyes
Will be in the presence
Of You the one True King
My Loving Father
Me who deserves lowness
Eyes lifted to see You
My King and Royal Highness!


Inspired by a friend.






Copyright © Richard Lamoureux | Year Posted 2015

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One Master

I signed a contract with the state
to use my body as they will.
My mind they did manipulate.
In the name of freedom, I would kill.

I never questioned right or wrong.
Obeyed all orders without thought.
I strove to be Army strong.
My loyalty and heart were bought.

The flag I served flew overhead.
My uniform bespoke my pride.
A true soldier born and bred,
I marched on while others died.

As time went on, before my eyes,
I saw a different point of view.
I prayed to God my soul baptize,
wash clean my sins, be born anew.

I threw down my master's glove.
I left the life of blood and sword.
My orders still come from above,
but now I serve the Lord.

July 5, 2015


Copyright © Janece Terry | Year Posted 2015

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A sad remembrance

I kiss her red honeyed lips
She allows the milk 
of my iniquity 
to wash over her
The pain of her sadness
washes away my cruelty
I leave my rifle at her feet


November 11, 2016



Copyright © Richard Lamoureux | Year Posted 2016

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While You Sleep

While you sleep I tell you all of the things I keep inside throughout day.
Now that you can hear but not listen I find them much easier to say.
My hopes, my dreams, my fears, and everything in between
Your subconscious hears so keen, or so it seems.
My tongue is soft; I speak so sweetly 
Knowing your reaction will never greet me.

Tonight will be different in what I want you to know.
It has everything to do with what I can’t help but show.
I hold no claim to any religion but you’ve given me a place for my faith.
Somewhere it will never stale or lose its lavish taste.
You’ve shown me something I can see, touch, and feel, 
And so before it I choose to kneel.

I know I don’t say it but I miss you every day.
Sitting, thinking of the perfect words to be my choice,
Yet when you call I can’t find any of the right words to say.
I’m just happy to finally hear your voice.
Even just a moment is enough to sooth my heavy heart;
Fearing the ends of conversations knowing we’ll have to part.

I’ll never be too far from you, always within arm’s reach,
And in your days of darkness I’ll be the light that you will seek.
I’ll never let you leave too far from me, I’ll stay close behind you in this world;
Secretly protecting what is mine, you will always be my girl.
I only want the best for you so the best of me I will employ.
Faithfully yours, I will always be your boy.

I close my eyes and kiss your soft sweet lips
And see the very best of you in loving bliss.
I see past the physical which makes you attractive
And focus on the things I can’t see in which I’m attracted.
Your thoughts I’d love to hear them all.
Of the things you speak disinterest never makes its call.

My day will come, I know someday I’ll be the only one.
And you I will pursue viciously,
Because I’ve given you the greatest gift I can give, to love unconditionally.
Yes our day will come, I know someday we’ll be as one.
And you I will pursue viciously,
Because I’ve given you the greatest gift I can give… to love unconditionally.


Copyright © Kristopher Higgs | Year Posted 2012

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A PSALM OF PRAISE AND WORSHIP

If the Lord isn't for me, why do I live?
If the Lord does not bless me, why am I here?
If the Lord isn't for me, why am I here?
If the Lord does not bless me, why do I live?

I know I am a sinner repressed.
I know I am saved through prayer.
On bended knees, I am as a child of God.
As I grew older, I lifted my head up to clouds.
Somehow, my path swayed.

If the Lord does not anoint me, why do I sing?
If I am not blessed via his blood, why do I live?

Nobody knows my troubles better then Lord does.
My life is enshrined because of the omnipotent.
Through a sacred path, I seek the Lord guidance.
Redeemed through his grace, I worship and praise.

If the Lord does not guide me, why do I live?
If the Lord does not supply my needs, why am I here?

I know I am a sinner repressed.
I know I am saved through prayer.
On bended knees, I am as a child.
As I grew older, I hoisted my head up to sky
Somehow, my path swayed but now, my life is saved.

If I am not a crusader for the Lord, why am I here?
If I am not on the battlefield for the Lord, why am I here?

Nobody knows my troubles better then Lord does.
My life is transmogrified because of the omnipotent.
Through a sacred path, I seek the Lord guidance.
Redeemed through his grace, I give the Lord God the highest praise.

To My Redeemer...

If the Lord isn't for me, why do I live?
If the Lord does not bless me, why am I here?
If the Lord isn't for me, why am I here?
If the Lord does not bless me, why do I live?
|____________________________________________|
 Form: Anaphora
 Penned on December 13, 2014!


Copyright © Verlena S. Walker | Year Posted 2014

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-THIS IS THE DAY THE LORD GAVE-

THIS IS THE DAY THE LORD GAVE!
Looking out life’s window, Trying to find out why I am so sad and down. I don’t blame the Lord for my struggles. I know strife in life is there. If I did not live a meaningful existence, life would have no meaning at all. So maybe I am stretched to the limit but I will never give-up. Standing, I pillar because I am my self-worth. To those that suggest a difference, my earthly work magnifies who I am. Justifying my subsistence, my affluence is only a gen. The knowledge this provides is of a greater acumen. May I say that living is first and utmost privileged circumstance! The Lord is my keeper and to him I give honor and respect. In this solitary world, we seek companionship. We go through situations in our relationships and may lose focus. However, the Lord is there for us in our time of discontent. Regime is formed and we mindset. Our spirits are inner cored for fulfillment. There is no greater cohort than the Lord’s intellect. I know because this mountain I continue to peak. Without question, I am profound in my belief. That the Lord is the keeper of my faith and mankind is the persuader of a different way. In joy, I laugh aloud. I am not blind to the lies of mankind. My footsteps are admin to the all-powerful. This day is given by The Almighty God. Do I hear an Amen? ___________________________________________________________________ Penned On January 11, 2015!


Copyright © Verlena S. Walker | Year Posted 2015

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Beautiful people

People make me smile the way 
their eyes shine when they talk 
about something they love 
when they feed me food. Or tell 
me how much they love me 
when I look into someone's 
eyes and see it I see that look 
in their eyes I see love in them 
When I see someone laugh and 
have fun in what they do 
The way they cry for there lost 
ones
When they give me a smile and 
tell me how beautiful I am 
People are beautiful well some 
are and I wish someday I can 
find someone who will look at 
me and say "you have that look 
in your eye"    what look?
"Happiness" 
I want to find someone so 
beautiful in the inside I can't 
stay away they amaze me with 
what they say an do how they 
will dance in the rain and know 
every detail about me
Will bring me Starbucks on a 
rainy day and just talk about 
the stars 
I want someone beautiful


Copyright © brittney lopez | Year Posted 2013

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Black Bird and Midnight Butterfly

There she sits, a "Black Bird on a wire"
On wings repose "she sings of light"
 "Broken People" gather beneath her 
People who have seen the "Faces of Storm"
Accused, Yet "guilty of innocence"
I become an "Unaware Witness"
"Forever by your side" I will remain
Perhaps you can teach me "the art of understanding"
For you let the "Butterfly Rise" with grace
One of many "miraculous secrets"
After all these years "I am still waiting"
Searching for answers "behind cryptic doors"

I sit in the silence of "Solitude's Embrace"
Leaving me with more "Observations of ponder"
The dark was such a "Seductive Predator"
Why do I feel alone, is it a symptom of "my lacking"?
You my dear Blackbird- you are "Prettiness Defined"
"The Sowing" yours, it defines you.
"Yesterday you were my Garden"
Together we discussed many "painstaking views" 
I remember taking a breath, "bewildered of all you emanate"
"Black Bird on a wire" tell me your secrets!
As I look into your eyes, our "hearts converse"
"I want to know" am I really here?
A"Midnight Butterfly" Beating my wings for you
"Make Love to Me"

Let us fly to the sky, "Discovering Forever"
On our way to "a reachable happiness".


It is done!

Thanks to those who contributed

Mystic Rose
Kim Patrice Nunez
John Lawless
Jan Allison
Broken Wings
M.L. Kiser
Rotten Apple
Catie Lindsey
Debbie Guzzi
Eve Roper
Yanny Widjanarko
Cecilia Macfarlane
Tim Smith
FJ Thomas
Casarah Nance (special honor, part of title!)
Peter Duggan
Olive Eloisa Guillermo
Julia Ward
Eileen Manassian 

Eileen sent a soup mail with her title "Make Love to Me".
Our Queen of Passion was trying to stump me.:0)
I think it adds a bit of ooh la la!








Copyright © Richard Lamoureux | Year Posted 2015

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LOVE, ANGELS, and MUSIC

LOVE God is always love Forever seek the kingdom; Praise the creator Keep giving what you can give Please endure until the end ANGELS Beautiful Heavens Protecting the meek ones earth Watching over us Helping us to cope with life Comforted with hope and trust MUSIC When you find rhythm You find your hearts inner core Celebrate the times Make them better than before Reminisce and dance all night


Copyright © humble b | Year Posted 2013

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Open Your Eyes To The Truth

Another war crime to add onto a bucket list 
that goes on far beyond our mind
 
Another human rights violation unheard of
when is this world going to awaken

The sleeping giant filled with grace 
and bring those murdering monsters to trial 

So as they may face justice 
their justice returned onto them
 
So many masks fall away in a world arena
Greed and pride invades countries 

Forcing poor innocence to suffer
trying to bring order with chaos and control

Desecration of the holy lands 
innocent blood spills on sands of our times 

Each and everyone of us knows morally right 
There is a worth in every death
 
The moons have bled 
I see it now opening behind scenes

Pray God be merciful unto the blind hiding 
open their eyes for a moment 

In a just democracy power is the people 
understand this ninety per cent of all killed 

Innocent people says it all sealed 
In the name of the cross and ark of our covenant 

They who love in God's name will speak 
Holy Spirit holds the castle fort commands you 

They who live on the dark side reek
peace for them does not exist
 
Killing machines show no mercy on suffering souls 
Thou shalt not kill love's reminder enemy hates

Love thy neighbor spoken on the tablets 
They have no morals standing within the light of truth 

Spawn's of the Devil out of hell kills with burning lead 
so we see behind the mask who deceives us

They who worship the golden calf again 
as they do the anti-Christ's bidding

Reeking havoc upon this earth plundering 
their soul aim is destruction givers 

Treating people like animals clowned joke 
reeks of vermin crawling underneath their skin 

Angels upon this earth our battles has begun 
we all can see the ignorance killing is not just

With twisted visions planning forward with no democracy 
to kneel playing the key role fate our destiny awaits us all


Copyright © liam mcdaid | Year Posted 2015

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trust the system

footsteps aimlessly
walking on their trails
beaten down and broken
shiny as the rails
the rails of the train
over used and rusted
crumbling ignored
the system that you trusted
the silence of conformity
the quiet crying song
of people lost in apathy
monotony so long
the old man remembered
the booming days of old
and tried to warn the youngster
with stories he had told
the young man in the t shirt
can hear no warning cries
television cataracts
covering his eyes
commoners injected
with complacent misdemeanors
fed intravenously
from mass media feeders
the heretics will scream
with no one to hear their call
the working slaves will perish
society will fall
in the pulpit yelling
mystifying lies
sweating like a demon
with fire in his eyes
passing round a dish
to collect the workers' wage
saving souls ain't easy
so he sets a stage
profiting from fear
preparing them for death
comfort is a business
says his liquor breath
on the front row fanning
the woman says amen
waiting for the bell
so she can live in sin
forgiveness is a blessing
that god will give to few
surely she'll be one
when her life is through
the child in the classroom
with the curious mind
will be beaten and conditioned
until she too is blind 
"trust in the system"
is the motto that they teach
"question nothing,
so higher you can reach"
the land of the free
the home of the brave
only for those of us
content with being slaves
some will stand on street corners
holding big white signs
telling of injustice
held beneath our sights
but those who throw the bombs
which burn society down
those will be the shakers
for true freedom to be found
but the sheep still continue
to justify their life
ignoring others torment
blind to their strife
perpetuating failure
selling bankers souls
to keep on consuming
to get the best remote control
to build themselves a shield
what kind of life is this
numbness is a virtue
and ignorance is bliss


Copyright © JoAnna Mitchell | Year Posted 2013

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Taking A Stand

Our children are dying
Lying down facing the street
Our own kind has made the task easy for others to complete
From slavery by our own people
To the hand of those who thinks of us as unequal
For they too look at us as a disgrace to the world’s sequel
Beneath all that we’ve been taught
Has a price for our minds to be bought 
Controlled by our daily interest
Watching, listening and thinking has destroyed our hope 
Now we started wishing
Petitioning around the world
Trying to fight for our little boys and little girls
Praying to the Lord what have we done? 
Keeping our hearts filled with faith
Yet the war feels like we haven’t won
Still surrounded by legal murderers with guns
Old and young
Oppressed by what we use to believe in and proud to shout through our lungs
Now our trust has been crushed
Trying to figure out how my skin is nominated in being punished
Expressing to my daughters and sons 
That it’s no time to worry about the hottest outfit or latest Jordan’s
Never listen to the news but pay attention to the rules
Of how they show nothing but the blues of their future
Give them encouragement and ideas
To better themselves than the ones already out here
Remind them to never forget who you are
Always set yourself aside from negativity and never be apart
Knowledge is power s know more than your name
But know your ancestor’s land
When you find out then you’ll be able to take a stand


Copyright © Natasha Horton | Year Posted 2014

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the rarity of recognition

a wounded animal retreats to the scrub,
where anything worth saving lives
licks wounds inflicted by a wicked wind whipped world 
filled with big stone faces unsmiling.

the wounded animal re-emerges with a perfected limp
one eye missing, the one that viewed the cruelties 
fur matted by fingerprints uncaring
hunger and anger are its only remaining god

In time, everything transforms-the rotten will freshen
eye sockets fill with colored stones, ugly will beatify
the angry limp becomes an exotic floating blossom
that only Buddhas and black cherubs dare recognize.





Copyright © Anthony Slausen | Year Posted 2014

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Boats of sHame

Bring your guns
Bring your boats
Boats filled with ghosts
Boats weighted with chains
Chains that will one day break
Chains that will carry
Carry us to Zion
Carry our pain
Pain born of separation 
Pain that preceded
Preceded our birth
Preceded our rising
Rising here within a new nation
Rising for we know
Know that Ja is merciful
Know that Abraham smiles
Smiles upon the righteous
Smiles though our tears
Tears that lift
Tears of joy
Joy born 
Joy gained in freedom
Freedom that we took
Freedom we reclaimed
Reclaimed by us a strong people
Reclaimed by transcendent men
Men of purpose
Men who are Ja's chosen people
People who know our purpose
People who cry
Cry for our babies
Cry for Mother
Mother Africa 
Mother of all children
Children who ripped from her
Children who grew pale
Pale as papyrus
Pale for they lack compassion 
Compassion died
Compassion exchanged for greed
Greed that intoxicated
Greed for flesh
Flesh of coco
Flesh subjegated to their wanting
Wanting more power
Wanting things to stay the same
Same for us men
Same promise to set free
Free
Men




For Marugu MO's "Race Relations Contest".


Copyright © Richard Lamoureux | Year Posted 2016

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A Force To Be Reckoned With

I see the bitterness polluting this world 
a multitude of evil hides then divides 
conquering with twisted visions of democracy 
one joke history repeating past horrors return 

Hurting innocent people tells another story 
bullies who think they are above human justice 
aggressors filled with pride in falsehood 
you will fall heaviest of all

Suffering fleeing war victims as the devil marches forward 
his army is arising from ashes darkness grips our planet
6 children a day dying, 3 world war two show mercy 
for the love of all that holds good in this world

Such hardships giving up everything held dear
Look into your soul and know the mortal truth 
only the blind hide and do not see selfishness 
the one demon followed by others a legion

Fed like animals where is the loving joy that opens arms
Offering comfort to those in need have mercy 
Peace unto this world sings with a warm heart
To love and understand our brothers and sisters plea

Please give them shelter 
feed and clothe their weary bodies 
in their hours of ache 
With open arms I pray to God 

Your salvation love and understanding the scriptures 
we all know what must be done in our Lords name
Protect those families against the demon who hates and destroys families
Watching the news we are tainted with so much ugliness 

lies drip fed to us twisted through the master deceivers hallow heart 
We all know who sits at the head of a fork tongue
Peace is the way forward as greed wants war 
only a fool arms themselves with hate their pride lies in bed with envy 

Cunningly cursing everyone 
curtains raise darkness you will kneel to the light
With power and glory supreme leader at your command 
I bow with open eyes we see the path of complete destruction ahead 

Faith is the sword of truth 
openly we all should do more even in voice help 
Do we stand for something or fall in our sins
I speak one soul because united we are many



Just a note to say Gary on What Kind of People Are We
after reading your piece these words flowed from my heart 
thank you kindly for the insight and powerful pen filled with light and truth 


Copyright © liam mcdaid | Year Posted 2015

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Intoxicating wordless Sound

Seeking the solace in its voice
As it sings and serenades.
Intoxicating wordless sound
Carried along on air currents,
Transforms wind to song.

Mellow notes with breathless voice
Plays like a lovers embrace.
Deep earthy sounds perceived by ear.
Romancing my heart through song,
An alluring sound from the flute.


Copyright © Connie Gildersleeve | Year Posted 2013

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To Christ

I fear Your coming, just as I fear Your going.

March 21, 2015


Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2015

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Cut By The Knife

I am young
I am old
I am soft
I am bold
I can laugh
I can cry
I can quit
Still, I can try
Days they pass
Turn to night
Then come dreams
Lost in flight
Can't change the world
Can't stop the rain
But if I could
I would end all of the pain
For I am one
In all that exist
Throughout the years
Throughout the mist
Yet here comes my chance
Or so goes my life
Caught by the windmill....
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....Cut by the knife ~


Copyright © Jeremy Street | Year Posted 2014

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Come Unto Me

A dozen different faces and more appearing out of nowhere
These past few months as somewhat intriguing, their possibilities ?
I myself stumbling through another fall yet always the same season it seems
Brushed the canvas blue in dreams; a world which died inside these eyes....
Surreal their sight and years gone by with broken wings about empty streets
Asking her what she believed as for Christ Jesus ? Quoting some words from His
Majesty, unto Martha and Philip while referring amid this, Heaven's Messiah ?
Suddenly she turned an image in circling emotions; weeks afore gentle as meek 
Faithful then out of nowhere irritable pointing her finger anger a voice discerning
Spirit's they say and she unto me revealing dark fangs, while I walked away.... 
Lingering this statement that all her daughters are beautiful as also her sons 
Something about New York, and that she could read between these lines of mine ?
Taking myself back into the crowds new masque so to speak an unknown man 
Calling me beautiful as I passed and there she was with he; thinking how odd
While the young homeless girl arrived late one night, carrying a worn bible
Sharing that she was borne with a love for others as herself; I could empathize....
Surrounded by this new found stream schizophrenics ? An Angel bright light; saying.


Copyright © Johnny Rhinem | Year Posted 2013